When
it was no longer safe for grandma to drive, the tee shirts
became
my project. She'd give me the money and tell me what
colors she wanted,
and then she would remind me to have the names
printed on the back. I'd
bring the shirts home and she'd wrap
them in recycled paper. Then she'd
give me more money and
instruct me to mail them in plenty of time to
get there by the
twenty-fifth.
I loved my grandma dearly and I didn't mind doing
errands for her, but
after a few years of sending the same thing
I started to wonder if my
uncle and his family couldn't remember
who they were unless they had
their names on their
shirt.
A
friend of mine said her grandfather had always given her and
her
older sister the same gift every, year too; only instead of
tee shirts
she always received a box of chocolate covered
cherries. "Every year we
got the same thing. To tell you the
truth, I never was really that
crazy about candy, but the
Christmas after Grand-dad died, I can't tell
you how much I
missed those chocolate covered cherries."
It doesn't matter
whether the gift is very smelly perfume, a tee shirt,
or a box of
chocolates because it doesn't matter what we give nearly as
much
as why we give. Love can make a small thing seem big. It can
make
an inexpensive thing seem priceless.
When something is
given with love it becomes the best kind of gift ...
a gift of
the heart.
If you give, you will receive. Your gift will return to you in
full
measure, pressed down, shaken together to make room
for more, and
running over. Whatever measure you use in
giving -- large or small
-- it will be used to measure
what is given back to you."
(Luke 6:38 NLT)
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